stars (phan)

chapter 15

I KNOW I PROMISED TO MYSELF THAT I WOULDNT DO THIS BUT IF YOURE INTO JOHNLOCK AND SUCH PLEASE GO READ 'THE LAST NOTE' BY BIRDY587 PLS ITS V V CUTE AND THERES ONY A FEW CHAPTERS BUT SHES A V GOOD WRITER BUT SHE DOESNT WANT TO CONTINUE ON WITH IT AND I WANT HER TO AND STUFF SO PLEASE READ IT IF YOURE INTO IT AND SAVE A LIFE K
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He's dead.

Every fibre of his being and every cell is now dead.

And it hurt Dan.

Laughs of an insane glee filled the room and all Dan could do was stare at Phil's body which had now developed a pool of blood.

"That was fun!"

but Dan didn't answer, Dan didn't even react but he just stayed there, on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back gazing at Phil while hot tears rolled down his flushed cheeks and fury building up inside him while the laughs bounced around his head.

"Now... its your turn!"

Mr. Ventura turned to Dan, Phil's blood splattered on his clothes and a maddening glint in his eye that sent shivers down Dan's back.

He clicked the gun again and stood up, taking long strides to Dan where he then knelt in front of him and traced the now hot barrel of the gun up Dan's jawline.

"I'd love to have your blood sprayed on me too," he said with a fond tone and pressed the gun to the centre on Dan's forehead before smiling softly at him.

"It'll only hurt a bit," He breathed, a giggle escaping him.

"Just you wait-" His head then snapped and his eyes rolled back until the whites were clearly shown before he fell backwards, gun slipping from his fingertips.

The blonde lady screamed, a piercing noise that shattered the silence of the now two dead people that lay on the ground.

"WHAT DID-" the blonde lady started to yell at Dan, her voice full of hurt until she too suddenly fell dead.

The three guards ran faster than any human could run out the door, their heavy boots creating vibrations through the floor until it was only Dan left in the room, Phil dead, Mr. Ventura dead, and the blonde lady dead.

Dan's breath came out in raspy gasps as the two big doors slammed shut and his heavy inhales and exhales scratched through his lungs and made him feel dizzy, he felt sick and his heart ached for Phil and he felt so scared because why were people just dying like that.

A ghostly whooshing noise swept through his ears and make his skin prickle and the whooshing became louder and more erratic and if you concentrated hard enough you could make out small words. the handcuffs behind him clicked, releasing him. he scampered back from the wall, wrists now free and heart beating terribly from the inhuman ghostly noises that were dashing past him.

it whooshed even louder again and the two big doors blasted open, the noise echoing through the room.

then everything fell to a deafening silence that made dans ears ring a little.

he turned his head quietly to phil who was sprawled out on the ground, lips parted slightly and skin as pale as ever and his eyes were open wide with shock and his pupils blown.

dead.

no tears ran down dans cheeks anymore, he could not cry nor did he feel like crying anymore but his chest was heavy with grief and anger at how fucking stupid of phil for dying.

a soft almost comforting whoosh grazed through Dans ears and the hairs on his neck prickled again.

he ripped his gaze away from the blood and examined Mr. Ventura whose head was snapped in an awkward angle and his eyes were completely white.

the whooshing grew a little erratic in an annoyed manner before disappearing all together.

maybe im insane.

he stood up shakily, shoes hitting against the polished marble floors and walked over to the doors where he saw the blonde lady, her eyes were closed though but her neck was twisted in an unfamiliar manner. there was a loud bang behind him and he turned, suddenly alarmed but saw the gun being thrown to the ground repetitively by nothing.

it then stopped.

i am insane.

he walked to the gun that was now lying motionless on the ground and picked it up carefully, his emotions now being clouded with curiosity and the thought that this was all a dream and that he is going insane.

the gun was a good weight in his hand and was otherwise fully loaded if it werent for the missing bullet that was now buried deep inside phils skull.

he let out a breathy sigh, twisting over to the doors that seemed to pull him towards the exit.

so he did.

he walked right through the doorway and into the now familiar white hallway and he noticed white doors spaced equally on the sides with pads that had buttons on them to the left of each one.

he seemed to walk in a daze, sometimes turning and walking backwards to take in the vast whiteness that had now engulfed him and every noise he made seemed to echo off the walls in an eerie fashion.

he was now facing what looked like a T intersection.

left or right hurry dan choose.

but i have all day.

left or right.

each one seemed to be as endless as the other so he chose left and only walked three paces before turning abruptly and going right. but the same whooshing came back as he took a few steps down the right corridor and they grew louder and angrier as he kept on walking slowly.

"WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT?" he yelled into nothing and the whooshing became softer and it seemed as if it were talking to him like he was a persistent child not wanting to go out of the pet shop.

great dan now youre talking to yourself and this fucking whooshing... thing that wont go away.

but he obediently turned on his heel, rolling his eyes as if Phil hadnt died 15 minutes ago.